goto hell

... hell, to hell with you

If I went to church, I'd get drunk on the blood of Christ
Even though the party last night had much better wine
Maybe I kissed some boys and girls
Didn't get married first
And I'm fine

All these people lookin' at me like I lost my mind
'Cause I'm saying all this shit 'bout how my body's mine
Call me an angry feminist
Think I hate the president
They're right
(They're right)

They say we can' t be saved (boo-hoo)
Don't know how to behave (it's true)
But we'll never be ashamed (what we do)
'Cause we love a little, and we don 't give a
Ah——
I'd rather love with the sinners
Than cry with the saints
The sinners are a lot more fun
If heaven's for people who don't break the rules
Then I can't wait to go to hell
To hell with you

So I throw up a finger
To those pretty gates
'Cause I know all my friends can't come
If heaven's for people who don't break the rules
Then I can't wait to go to hell
To hell with you

When did being who we are get so political?
Can't you see you're being kinda hypocritical?
Supposed to love thy neighbor
Why you such a hater?
So don't
I' m done

They told us we were wrong (boo-hoo)
Convinced us we don't belong (it's true)
But we've known it all along (oh we do)
'Cause we love a little, and we don't give a

I'd rather love with the sinners
Than cry with the saints
The sinners are a lot more fun
If heaven's for people who don't break the rules
Then I can't wait to go to hell
To hell with you

So I throw up a finger
To those pretty gates
'Cause I know all my friends can't come
If heaven's for people who don't break the rules
Then I can't wait to go to hell
To hell with you

Just a generation of degenerates
We speak up if that makes us so rebellious
We're just a generation of degenerates
We speak up if that makes us so rebellious
(I say to hell with this!)
I'd rather love with the sinners
Than cry with the saints
The sinners are a lot more fun
If heaven's for people who don't break the rules
Then I can't wait to go to hell
To hell with you

So I throw up a finger
To those pretty gates
'Cause I know all my friends can't come
If heaven's for people who don't break the rules
Then I can't wait to go to hell
To hell with you

You're at the front row of the chapel
And you're praying to God
That I'll take my
And admit I was wrong
But you know (different from me)
We're both (down on one knee)
'Cause we love a little
And we don't give a